“I’m gonna go.”
Halfway down the stairs, she stopped him. “Steve, wait.”
Nervous, uncomfortable, not sure how to act or react, he simply wanted to escape. How did he say that? With a hand on the rail, he turned and looked at her. “Miss Harper…”
“It’s Harmony, Steve.” She raised her hand and gestured at the door. “I really do have plenty. And I’d enjoy it very much if you would join me.”
After a long pause, he turned around and came back up the stairs. “Thank you.”
Harmony slid the door open for Steve, who carried the platter of freshly grilled vegetables. She led the way through the main room, past the black leather couches, and over the white shag carpet to the kitchen area and gestured toward the counter. “Just set those there. I’ll get the rice.” As she made her way to the stove, s
